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(These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ===================================================================== Archive name: Hypno17.txt Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com Story Title : Hypno Celeb 17: Celine Dion and Sheryl Crow (mc,ff) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Hypno Celeb 17: Celine Dion and Sheryl Crow by MAW MC,FF Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you feel like trying this at home, seek help. My first story of 1998, with a lot more to come. Enjoy. Sheryl Crow smiled as she pushed her way backstage. Another awards show, she'd forgotten which one, she'd been to so many. She had just finished singing the title song from the new Bond movie "Tomorrow Never Dies." She was dressed in a tight black jumpsuit, meant to mirror the spy song. Her curly brown hair came to her shoulders and she ran a hand through it as she went back to her seat. The "spotter," the person assigned to sit in her seat when she wasn't there, stood up to let her return. Sheryl smiled and thanked the people next to her, who were congratulating her on her performance. Sheryl sank back on the seat, exhausted. Between touring and the award grind, she was reaching her limits. But she was enough of a show business person to know she had to keep up the appearance of being happy. Still, there were times she honestly did miss the relaxation of obscurity. She couldn't wait for the show to be over and for her to head upstairs to her room in the Las Vegas hotel. She applauded with the rest of the crowd at the announcement of the next performer than relaxed in her seat as the lights in the theater dimmed. A sole spotlight illuminated the stage and she stepped out. She was stunning as always in a long white gown with a dip in the cleavage and a slit showing off a thin and shapely leg. Her light brown hair was combed nicely behind her and streaked with a dark blond. But her face got your attention. That nose, that chin, those gorgeous eyes and a overall look of beauty. Celine Dion certainly knew how to get attention. She began to sing, "The Heart Goes On" from *Titanic* filling the building. Her voice packed emotion, there was no denying that. And a lot of talent. She made you feel the highs and lows as she hit them. Sheryl had heard some of Celine's songs before and respected her talent. However, for the first time, she felt something different. Something odd. Something that only came from seeing her live. As Celine sang, Sheryl felt an odd feeling wash over her, a feeling of relaxation. It was as if hearing Celine's voice made the efforts of the last few days wash away, lifting a huge weight off of Sheryl's shoulders. Yet she still felt heavy in her sleep, her eyes fixed on Celine. Celine turned and seemed to see Sheryl, locking eyes with her. Sheryl was enraptured by those eyes. They seemed to deepen the more she looked at them. Celine appeared to smile slightly, as if she could see Sheryl's relaxed expression. She moved down the stage, breaking off eye contact but Sheryl kept watching her, the way her body moved, the dress hugging that smooth form. The song finally ended and Celine bowed her head, taking in the applause. Sheryl shook her head, the roar of the crowd seeming to snap her out of her daze. She joined in the applause and watched as Celine began backing off the stage. Before she knew what was happening, Sheryl stood up and moved to the side exit. Caught off-guard, her spotter quickly filled her seat, wondering why the rocker had bolted so quickly. The same thought was filling Sheryl's mind when she came backstage. She saw Celine walking towards her and was again struck by those eyes. "Um, Celine?" she began, haltingly. "I-wanted to say that I really enjoyed--I mean, I liked--you were--" Sheryl's voice broke off as she looked deeper into Celine's eyes. She felt like she was falling into them, like they were pools swallowing up her mind and drowning her thoughts. She heard a small lyrical voice. A distant part of her mind told her it was Celine's but she didn't notice the words, she was mesmerized by those eyes. "I always catch someone every performance," Celine said in her soft voice. "I was hoping it'd be you." She reached out a hand and brushed Sheryl's hair. Sheryl kept staring at her eyes, oblivious to Celine's movements. Celine smiled. "Sheryl, would you like to come to my room and make love to me?" After a moment's pause, Sheryl nodded, her gaze never leaving Celine's. Celine took Sheryl by the hand and began leading her backstage. In all the bustle and hurry, no one took notice of them. If they had, they might have been struck by the slight look of mischief on Celine's face and the utter lack of expression on Sheryl's. Celine led the rocker to a private hallway and to the elevator. She moved her hand forward, the fingers ever-so- slightly touching Sheryl's leather-covered bosom. The elevator rang and Celine led Sheryl into the car. Hitting the button, she leaned against the wall and again locked her eyes onto Sheryl. "I guess I was twenty when I first started noticing it," Celine said in a soft voice as the car began moving up. "I'm not sure what it is myself. All I know is, when I sing, someone becomes entranced by it. Literally. That's how I got my first record deal, you know. It wasn't too long after that the pressures of road travel got to me and I learned I could use this for pleasure as well. Like I said, I can't explain the cause, but I appreciate the results. Like you. Right now, Sheryl, all you can think about is me. How beautiful I am, how elegant. How much you love listening to me and doing what I say. If I wanted you to kiss me, you would, wouldn't you?" "..Yes.." Sheryl said, spellbound. "Of course you would. What I say goes." The elevator stopped, the doors sliding open. Taking Sheryl by the hand, Celine led her down the hallway and to her hotel room. Opening it, she led Sheryl into the opulent room, past the eye-catching living room and into the bedroom. Celine faced the entranced Sheryl, appraising her. She placed her hands on her cheeks, brought her in close and kissed what had been called "the sexiest mouth in rock and roll." Sheryl responded slowly, then with passion as her dulled mind felt the pleasure the kiss was producing. They wrapped their tongues together, enjoying each other's taste. They broke off as Celine stepped back. The Canadian superstar unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall away from her. She was topless, the nipples on her pert breasts already tightened. She slipped off her high heel shoes and her white panties. "Just relax, Sheryl, I'll take care of you," Celine said as she undressed the other woman. Sheryl was beyond conscious thought by now and was uncaring. Celine pulled the top over Sheryl's head and then peeled the pants down her legs. Sheryl obligingly stepped out of her boots and stood in black panties and bra. Celine moved in and kissed Sheryl again, unsnapping her bra in the process. She could feel Sheryl's breasts pressed against her and it gave her a thrill. She moved down and pulled Sheryl's panties off, slowly running them down those long legs. Nude, the two singers fell onto the bed, Celine on top. She and Sheryl continued to embrace, kissing each other passionetly. Celine's smooth hand moved down to Sheryl's breasts as she playfully pinched a nipple. She broke off the kiss and moved down to Sheryl's bosom, burying her head in between the large mounds, laying kisses on the smooth curves. Her hands continued down Sheryl's body, massaging the thighs until the fingers touched the brown hair just above Sheryl's pussy. Celine continued to kiss Sheryl's breasts as her fingers dug into her, beginning a tempo that had Sheryl slowly moaning and gyrating her pelvis to match. Celine moved down to Sheryl's clit, burying her face in the sweet center. Her hands ran up and down Sheryl's thighs as she licked at the juices spilling out of Sheryl. Sheryl's body arched as she came, her cum falling right into Celine's mouth. Celine moved back up Sheryl's body, giving each of her nipples a cum-covered kiss. She sat herself onto Sheryl, her pussy right above her face. Sheryl's tongue took long, slow movements, her reflexes dulled by her entranced state. As she licked at her mistress' pussy, her hands ran up Celine's body, grabbing and pinching the breasts. She used them as handholds, pinching them and pushing them together as Celine slowly moved back and forth on top of her, letting her tongue dig in all around. The combination of tongue-lapping and breast-pinching had Celine in ecstasy before long. She came onto Sheryl, her cum trailing into her dark hair. Celine lay on top of Sheryl, running a hand through her hair. She began to sing softly, a French lullaby rolling into Sheryl's ears. Celine could feel Sheryl's body relax underneath her as she drifted into sleep. "That's right, Sheryl," she said softly. "Just go to sleep. You'll wake up in your own bed and you won't remember any of this. But I will." As she continued to sing, Celine smiled at her activities tomorrow. A photo shoot with Barbara. She wondered how her idol would feel about her singing. ---------------------- Kristen's collection